Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night

from “Auguries of Innocence,” William Blake, 1806

Some people get to do whatever the fuck they want. That is just how life is. We see moments of fairness or justness or equality, but in truth there is little of that.

Most people are under the weight of existence, and some people get to do whatever they want.

I have met those people, been with them, in some cases inside of them. And then I have traveled alone and have emulated those who can do whatever the fuck they want for short periods of time, have enjoyed richly.

I achieve this by control of my desires and by moving more deliberately than others. I rarely sign up for things. I go off-season, off-hours, weekdays. I collaborate less and less. I control my expenses and take on no responsibilities.

Reading is good.

Read read read read read rare breed.

Being under the weight of existence is managed in innumerable ways to greater and lesser degrees of success by all people. But there are clear biases, prejudices and inequalities without reason – save corruption.

Religions are suspect. Governments are increasingly fascist – using technology and media to program and control societies rather than serve them.

Authoritarian oligarchies seek not to unite and improve the lot of all, but now instead to arm themselves for impending conflict.

Resources are dwindling. The globe itself now relies solely on us, humanity, and our management sensibility – the Anthropocene rolls onward.

Nature is exquisite in its mutability. The tumbling, sidelong evolution of everything explodes in all directions seeking paths that succeed, but the entirety is unknowable.